Date: Mon, 16 Mar 1998 22:02:53 -0800
From: Jacques du Bois
Subject: Revised Story "The Voyeur"
The Voyeur
By Jacques du Bois (jacquesdubois@bigfoot.com)
John called himself an observer of life, but all his friends knew
what he truly was, a voyeur...someone who loved to watch other people's
lives, and from watching derived a pleasure not available from their own
shallow, lonely life. John had a very large silver spoon in his mouth from
the time he was born, so he never lifted a hand in his life. To be sure, he
did go to college and get a degree in business, so when the time came he
could inherit the family business, but he was generally lazy and let his
younger, hungrier brother Sebastian take on the work and John took the
money and the life of leisure. John had a very active social life, along
with many friends, who he saw nearly daily. One friend in particular,
Stephen, was very dear to him, his best friend. They were total opposites:
John was a very tall lean man, short cropped blonde hair, ocean blue eyes
that had a spark of intelligence, but he was not very clever or smart.
Stephen was average in height, he had long red hair that flowed down to the
small of his back, chocolate brown eyes that seemed have no intelligence
behind them, but in truth he was a genius, one of the greatest men alive,
at least in John's opinion. Although they were total opposites, they were
inseparable most of the time, except for Friday night...that night Stephen
supposedly stayed home and wrote his wonderful poetry, that he won him fame
and fortune. For years John tried to get Stephen to go out on Friday
night, setting him up with female friends, inviting him to parties and
nearly every excuse to go out on a Friday night, but all to no avail. But
one Friday, John decided to go Stephen's house to see what he was doing.
Stephen's house was a ranch style, painted white with two windows
on both sides of a red door. There was a very well manicured lawn in front
of the house, with several saplings leaning against poles, along with a
concrete path leading from the front door to the sidewalk and a driveway
from the street leading to a garage. John parked his car, a late model
Porsche on the street in front of the house, and got out. He walked from
the street up the driveway, looking at the house wondering why all the
lights seemed to be on inside and why he saw two figures walking back and
forth inside. Slowly walking up the driveway, John thought he heard
laughter...how could Stephen work in an environment like that? Going to the
garage John looked through the kitchen window and saw Stephen and another
man. Immediately curious, he carefully walked to the window of the house
and looked inside. He saw Stephen and another man, leaning against the
sink, embracing one another and kissing. The other man must have been
Latin, he had cinnamon coloured skin, and curly black hair. They both had
nothing on, and the contrast of brown skin against pale white fascinated
John -- and repelled him at the same time. He had to keep on looking though,
and kept on looking.
The brown man slowly moved down Stephen's body kissing first his
lips and going down from there. He lingered at Stephen's nipples, licking
them as he put his hands on his quivering buttocks. Stephen's hands went
up and down the brown man's shoulders, his eyes closed, his breath
quickening. The man went down again, to the navel and began to lick it, to
Stephen's immediate enjoyment as his hands went to the man's nipples and
massaged them, rubbing them round and around. In total shock, John found
himself sexually excited , as he looked down at his protruding groin.
"Ignacio, let's go outside..." Stephen said in bated breath trying
to collect himself. Smiling, Ignacio took Stephen's hand, standing up and
leading him out of the kitchen. His curiosity piqued, John went from under
the kitchen window to a bush that hid him and let him watch the two men in
the backyard.
The backyard was large, surrounded by trees on the edges, the
interior of the yard was totally grass and the two men laid down under a
large apple tree, Stephen on top, and began to kiss each other. They
kissed, embracing one another, as Stephen slightly humped Ignacio, the two
men beginning to pant. John couldn't believe what he saw, his best friend
was having sex with a man, and that excited him. He kept on muttering to
himself that it was unnatural, and wrong, but he found it wonderful, and it
excited him. Shaking his head, he touched his groin and felt that he was
very excited, and his hand went under his pants, stroking his dick.
While John began to touch himself, Ignacio had gotten on all fours,
raising his ass in the air. Stephen spat on his fingers and then rubbed it
in Ignacio's asshole, then he spread his ass, and put his dick inside of
him. Ignacio moaned as Stephen first slid in his dick, his hand on his
own, violently stroking it with his brown hand. Stephen moved up and then
down his face transfixed in ecstasy as he fucked his friend.
John shook his head as he touched himself, he thought that this was
wrong...he knew that it was, but he stayed and watched none the less. He
wished that he could be with the two of them, either sucking or fucking one
or the other. Sex isn't a spectator sport, but that's how John saw it as
he touched himself. He couldn't help it, he just had to touch himself, and
he started to moan as he watched the two of them together...having sex.
Ignacio moaned, stroking his own engorged member as Stephen fucked
him. John heard Ignacio yell at Stephen "Deeper and faster! Fuck me!" And
Stephen did it, siding in and out his arms on his lover's shoulders and his
legs straddling him. John saw his thrusts become deeper and deeper, and
more rapid, he was about to come. Ignacio was also about to in his hand,
out of breath and moaning loudly. John didn't notice anything but them, as
he stroked himself forcefully, his pants around his ankles along with his
boxers. He himself started to moan, and suddenly the two men stopped.
"Did you hear that?" Stephen whispered in Ignacio's ear, as he came
in him. "It's coming from the gate..."
"Man...so what? I didn't hear anything..." Ignacio, his eyes closed
and moaning, cupped his hand as he ejaculated.
John came also, spilling his seed on the green grass before him.
Coming to his senses, he looked about him, and quickly pulled up his pants.
He ran from the gate, back to his car, and slammed the door. What are you
going to do now John? He sat in the driver's seat, tapping his fingers on
the steering wheel. He sighed, he had to see them, so he decided to go to
the door, and knock. Finding a napkin, to clean the remnants of the come
from his hand, he wiped his hand. But, he studied it, and brought the
napkin to his face. It smelled good, like cookie dough, and then he
wondered something else. He put the napkin to his mouth, and licked it. It
was a bittersweet taste, but it attracted him, so he sucked all the come
from the napkin that was possible. Nothing had ever tasted as sweet, or as
intoxicating to him, he wanted more, he wanted to suck on another man
as...no, it's not right, it's against the Bible and it's not natural. He
violently shook his head, threw the napkin behind him in the darkness, and
got out of the car. John slowly walked to the front door, wondering what to
say, when he noticed it was already open. He frowned in wonder, and
entered, looking all around him.
"Did you like seeing us?" The door closed behind him, as Ignacio
and Stephen shut the door behind them. They were still naked, they folded
their hands on their chest and stared at John.
John turned a bright shade of red, looking down at his feet. "I
guess so...it was the most amazing thing I've ever seen..." He saw the two
men slowly walk up to him, smiling.
"Why don't you join us then?" Stephen started to take off John's
t-shirt, smiling as he kissed John's quivering lips.
"I want nothing more than to do that..." John whispered as he
helped Stephen take the shirt off, and Ignacio pulled his pants down. "I
want you both so badly..."
Ignacio and Stephen, nodded as they both began to run their tongues
all over John's body. John moaned, smiling, and he knew from then on, he
would no longer be a voyeur, but a participant, at least in one thing...